I went out to dinner with my S.O., which we generally try to do about once a week or so. It’s not always easy (what with my health and his work and school schedule) but we manage alright. Last night was pretty special, though.
There aren’t a lot of really good places to skygaze in the city. The lights drown out the stars, buildings and trees block the moon, parks close at sundown. I get a really nice view of the moon through my windows most nights, but what’s the fun in that?
So, we decided to go out, get some tasty pies, and see if we could find a spot to hang out and get a good view of the supermoon. We definitely succeeded in the former– I had chicken pot pie, he had the pulled pork BBQ, then we followed them with sour cherry à la mode and chocolate chess– but the latter was a little tricky. There weren’t any good places to sit and relax under the sky, but whaddya gonna do? We had some pie, talked for awhile and enjoyed ourselves, then went back home. All told, it was a nice, relatively low-key evening.
He tried to take a picture of the moon for me, but, alas, the battery died before it could save. That’s alright, though– there are some pretty wicked awesome photos of last night’s moon up elsewhere, like the big, glowing pumpkin on the Washington Post’s article:
Sunday’s full moon wasn’t your typical full moon. Source.
“We should do this more often,” I told my S.O., “Like, every full moon.”
“Sure, if you don’t mind finding a park for us to go to,” he replied.
Back home, I set my collection of stones on my window sills to soak up all of that big lunar energy, and took a few minutes for myself to sit at my window and feel the energy for myself. Like I do at every full moon, I wrote a new petition for things I’d like to see decrease in my life during the waning moon. Today, I’ll tuck it under a little quartz tower to send my desires into the aether.
Did you do anything special for last night’s supermoon?